Last night, Hubs and the boy went to see the new Jurassic Park movie at the theater. I know that the boy just saw this show with his buddies on Sunday, but that didn’t matter. He was enthusiastic about taking his dad to see it, and apparently it doesn’t matter if you’re fourteen or much older than fourteen: If you’re a member of the male tribe, you’re flat-out excited about seeing men survive a dinosaur attack and take some large reptiles out with rocket launchers in the process. On the flip side of that, if you’re not overly excited about bazookas, you know that the show is going to pan out exactly like this: People are trapped on an island. Dinosaurs who are supposed to be fenced in with enough electricity to power the world will get out. Dinosaurs will hunt people. The people with little speaking parts will get eaten by the dinosaurs. The people with bigger speaking parts will suffer cuts and bruises and dirt smeared on their faces and one shared kiss, but they will somehow concoct a foolproof plan to beat the dinosaurs. Roll the credits.
According to Hubs and the boy, this is exactly how the new movie panned out.
I told them so.
While the big boys were gone, I had enormous plans to put Thing 2 in bed early…
… and have the entire house to myself for a couple of hours. I won’t lie… I was incredibly excited about a quiet evening alone, where I could choose to watch some show on TV that didn’t involve guns or fast cars. After the toddler was asleep, I settled down on the sofa with the remote control and a bunch of episodes of Fixer Upper on the DVR…
… and then the thunder and lightning storm struck.
It was the kind of storm that made you sit up and wonder if this might not be the very end of the world, and should you quickly get all of your affairs in order? The thunder was ridiculous. The lightning was burning things. The rain was coming down sideways in the wind… and all I could do was wish that the big boys would hurry up and get back home. I scrapped the idea of watching Chip and Joanna turn an abandoned shack into a dream home and simply paced from window to window, to see if any nearby trees were sizzling from being struck by lightning.
And that was how I spent my entire evening of alone time.
In other news, today was just a perfect summer day, minus that one part where Thing 2 woke up at 3:30 this morning and thought that it was time for breakfast, and couldn’t be convinced to go back to sleep until 5 AM. OTHER THAN THAT, it was a perfect day.
I met some of my teaching coworkers (from the little school where I teach PE) at a posh restaurant in the city for lunch. We sipped drinks out of stemmed glasses, decorated our laps with real linen napkins, took notice of the fact that NOWHERE ON THE MENU was there any indication that a child’s meal came with a cheap, plastic toy, and I had a baby spinach salad with chicken that made me weep with all its goodness. Our teaching staff has been a tightly-knit little group for years; we all sat around a round table and laughed our heads off over memories of teaching.
And then I came home to a couple of boys who wanted nothing more than to lie low this afternoon, which thrilled me beyond belief. We just stayed indoors, avoiding all the mud and puddles outside.
And we talked our big brother into getting some BIG BOY Legos out (as opposed to the toddler version of the Duplo Blocks), so that we could build spaceships, while he talked on the phone with his dad about the issues our firewall was having.
(Issues with the firewall is not a job that I handle, when they occur. I simply have the boy talk to his dad on the phone, because HE understands things like IP ADDRESES and FLUX CAPACITOR, while I understand phrases like, “Who wants to open a bag of M&Ms while we build this spaceship?” It saves my head from exploding.)
And now, people, we are off to see a play that’s being put on by local kids in Small Town, USA. Our family is excited to go, because we have good friends from the boy’s class and a bit younger, who are starring in the production tonight. We intend to clap and applaud like lunatics for them.
Y’all have a good Wednesday evening.